01 || in a galaxy far, far away...

"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"

SORGAN, OUTER RIM -

The planet of Sorgan was quiet.

The location on the Outer Rim was rather desirable for anyone who wanted to get away, or for anyone just trying to live a life on the down low, not ever wanting to get into trouble with any Empire or Republic, or the grandeur of an epic battle between the Resistance and the First Order.

Sorgan was a place where you would go to never be discovered again, a place that would never be found on the radar of smugglers or bounty hunters or the like. Which, of course, was the perfect place for people who preferred the peace and quiet.

It was perfect for people like Kyra.

Kyra quite liked where she lived. The planet's deep lush forests of different hues of green against the darker browns of the muddy grounds and sturdy trees looked like something that would come out of an art piece. Not to mention the familiarity of the ponds that her family and village resided upon always made the 17 year old feel at peace.

That peace, however, would not stay around for long.

Staring deep into the forest that was just beyond the barricades established by her grandmother and grandfather's generation, Kyra could see no trouble coming from the trees to strike out at the village. Which was good, all things considered.

They hadn't had an attack on this village or planet since the Mandalorian and shock trooper had come in generations before to help her village defeat the Klatoonians.

"Kai Azura!" A sharp voice yelled, the girl turning to see her mother standing over the pond that she was currently knee deep in. "Haven't I told your to get your head out of the clouds and get back to work already?" Kyra's mother's face was one of deep discontent, a frown molded into the very edges of her lips.

"Yes, Ma." Kyra sighed, grabbing her own basket where it stood on the banks of her pond, gripping it within her left hand. "I'll get back to work." She gave her mother a look of annoyance at the fact that she had been pestered again, but wiped the expression off of her face when she saw the anger rising on her mother's own face.

"I swear, every day, you're getting closer and closer to the clouds and getting farther and farther away from what matters!" Her mother fumed, throwing her free hand up in exasperation. "I thought you learned your lesson last harvest season when that frog leaped right into your-"

"Yes Ma, I'm sure we all remember that moment." Kyra groaned, shuddering at the thought of the memory of the blue colored frog jumping into her clothes again. Everyone was laughing at her as she screamed her way through the village, the frog not wanting to jump out. "You don't need to keep bringing it up. It's embarrassing."

"If you want me to stop bringing it up, you're going to have to do something for me." Kyra's mother arched her eyebrow at her daughter, staring down at her from her perched place on the bank of the pond.

"What am I going to have to do, Ma?"

"You have to get back to work!" The motherly tone returned in her voice, dropping her hand to let it rest on the other side of the basket. "Everyone else has already finished their harvest for the day! You're taking an eternity to fill up your basket! Are you even halfway done with your basket yet?"

"I'm just past halfway, Ma." Kyra responded, giving another sigh at the fact that her mother was still pestering her about trivial things like the workload that she hadn't done for the day. "I'll get it done fast, I promise."

A small harrumph escaped the woman's mouth before she turned away from her daughter. "You better! Or you won't be getting any spotchka tonight!" She scolded, giving her daughter a glare one last time from behind her back, walking away back towards the village.

A groan came from Kyra's lips as she tilted her head back at the sky for a moment, tired of all the work that had been done (and the work not yet to be done) that she would have to do. The village's demeanor was calm and soothing, yes, but there were some things about the village that made the young girl be driven insane.

Her mother was one of those things.

Scooping her basket back into the water, Kyra pulled it out as carefully as possible seeing the live krill inside flopping around like- well, fish. The bright blue color always made Kyra turn her nose, such a neon color unnatural in nature, but she had to admit, they did turn into a pretty good drink.

Letting all of the water drain out of the basket, she saw that the basket was, to her absolute delight, only barely reaching the halfway point. By this point, she'd have to be working until dusk to get her basket full.

Deciding that she should probably get a move on to complete her task before the sun set, Kyra went back to work again. Scooping her basket back into the waters of the pond, Kyra was about to consider whether she should move to the next pond over or not when she heard a scream arise from the village. Squinting her eyes to figure out who the villager was, she couldn't figure out, although whatever they were screaming meant nothing good.

"Troopers! Storm troopers spotted on the west side of the ponds!" They screamed, their voice causing a ruckus within the villagers. "Troopers! They're here!" The villager screamed again, every noise blurring into a cacophony of chaos.

Turning her head towards the noise, Kyra's eyebrows were knitted in confusion. "What? We've never had any problems like this before." She muttered, letting her basket float in the water beside her. "Why would they want to attack a small and measly village like-"

A scream sounded from inside the village again, this time coming from what seemed like the north side. "Troopers from the North!" Another woman screamed, running towards where everyone was settled in the center of the village. "They're coming in from two sides! Get the guns and shelter behind the barricades!"

Looking at the west area of the ponds and to the north of the village, Kyra saw a flash of white hiding beneath the foliage from the two areas. The white meddling into the normal browns and greens of the normal backdrop of Sorgan meant one thing and one thing only- that the villagers were right.

Stormtroopers were on the horizon.

The sound of stomping boots could be heard behind her, and Kyra turned just in time to see Stormtroopers advancing from the forest, crawling out from the trees like rats from a gutter. "Holy shit!" She exclaimed, dropping her basket into the pond, letting it sink as she hopped out of the pond in an ungraceful manner.

"There's troopers coming from the West side as well!" Kyra screamed, almost tripping over her feet as she tried to run towards the center of the village, where old blaster guns were being handed out to protect the village from the outsiders.

"They're coming in from all around us." Kyra's mother muttered, her eyes cautiously darting around the entire outside of the village, seeing the waves of white start to surround the entire village. "We're going to have to put up a great fight."

"But we won't let them take the village- right?" Kyra asked her mother, nudging her when she had caught up to be side by side with her. "We can't just let them take our village and get away with it, can we?"

"We'll give it our best shot." One of the elder members of the village muttered, cocking her gun, running over to the South barricades, taking a few other villagers with her. "The plan is to have a few people at every barricade, and hopefully our few numbers can fend them off."

"After all, the best those pesky Stormtroopers can do is shot just above our heads." Kyra's mother muttered, walking towards the western barricade. Turning back to Kyra for one moment, her mother had a sharp tone. "Stay back and watch the kids! They're all in Elder Omera's hut!" Pressing a small blaster into her daughter's hand, her mother whispered in Kyra's ear. "And stay safe! You're the last stand if everything else fails. We need you to protect the kids, Kai."

Seeing her mother focused on whatever task she now had, Kyra nervously let out a deep breath, trying to remember where she was and where the hut was in correlation with her location. Her eyes quickly landing upon where the hut was, Kyra tried to pick up her sopping wet skirts, with one hand, trying to start walking towards the hut.

However, the bright sights of red and green laser blasts reflected across themselves before Kyra could move very far. The green blasts threw themselves across the village's center area, bouncing off of huts, or setting others on fire. The loud sounds of guns blasting and debris flew everywhere, the girl let out an involuntary yelp as she ducked to the ground before the debris.

Her eyes were still set on the Elder's hut, even though she had been thrown to the ground by another blast. The loud noises of TIE fighters swooping in close to the ground rang in her ears, the girl ducking again as the spaceships struck the village, a roof of a hut flying off with the blow.

"We're getting overpowered on the South side!" Someone screamed, soon after the cries of three of four villagers coming after. Kira fell silent in that moment, and heard no more noise from that side of town except for the marching boots of the Stormtroopers.

Those villagers were as good as dead.

Trying to pick up her pace, the hut was still a few hundred feet in front of her, at the edge of town. It was designed that way so that the play shelter to the side of the hut would be protected, and the children of the village would have a safe place to play.

Kyra could still remember playing around the campfire late at night with her friends, their shadows reflecting against the deep orange of the fire as the white sparks of the stars twinkled above them. It was peaceful, almost joyful, back then.

The village was most certainly anything but that now.

"East side's going down!" Villagers from that side of the barricades screamed, the dull sound of Stormtrooper's boots soon the only thing that echoed throughout the village. The cries of villagers wasn't heard this time, another TIE fighter swooping over the village with a loud roar.

There was no time to waste anymore.

Kyra started to run towards the hut, seeing a trooper out of the corner of her left eye. Scared about what it would do to her, Kyra swerved around to face the Stormtrooper, squeezing the trigger of the blaster before the laser struck the white helmeted person in the chest.

They fell to the ground within seconds of Kyra shooting them.

Trying not to think about what she had just done, Kyra started to run faster, the cries of more villagers echoing through her ears. She tried to shake them out of her head, instead focusing on the task that was in front of her. She had to protect the kids inside of that hud. She had to.

Those kids were the next generation of people to start to lead the village, and they were the people that were going to help keep the planet's peace and make sure that the krill farming tradition was kept alive. There was no way that Kyra could let the First Order get to them and ruin their childhoods before they even began.

"North side has fallen!" Someone screamed, their last cries blocked out by Kyra as the girl realized what was about to happen. Her heart was pounding, blood rushing in her ears as she slowly came to a realization.

"North side?" She muttered, realizing that she was heading towards the North side. The Elder Omera's hut was on the northside. The kids were on the north side. "Shit." Kyra exclaimed, dropping her skirt, no longer caring about how ladylike or how wet her legs got, only caring about getting to the other side.

Running as fast as she possibly could, hearing the rhythmic sound of the boots stomping starting to surround her from three sides. She gripped her gun tightly, her hair whipping in her face as the TIE fighters swooped down lower and lower, the noise ringing in her ears.

With one final step, she would make it to the hut and the kids. With this final step, she would be able to protect the kids and make sure that the generation would be protected. This young girl with her head in the clouds would finally do something right for once. She was going to help sa-

Before she could finish her thought, Kyra ran straight into someone, falling to the ground. She realized what had happened, that the Stormtroopers had beat her to the chase. Kyra had just run into one of them.

Gripping her gun tightly, she didn't dare to look up at the person who was surely going to kill her, instead pointing the blaster straight up at them, squeezing the trigger. Averting her eyes away, Kyra turned her head, not wanting to see the person she had just shot at fall to the ground.

But no person fell to the ground beside her.

Daring to turn her head to look up at who had blocked her shot, what Kyra saw made her regret ever looking up, or, for that matter, attempting to shoot. Her eyes only saw black, and deep ebony cloth that led all the way up to-

The leader of the First Order.

Kylo Ren.

He stared down at her, curiously tilting his head at her, almost analyzing her. The man seemed to be forcing something upon her, although Kyra could not feel whatever it was he was trying to do.

"If you're going to do something, do it already." Kyra whispered, barely able to find her voice when facing the leader of an empire that was slowly taking over the galaxy to push its almost dictatorship ideals and allow evil to rise.

His lightsaber lit up red, the glowing light sword glowing by his side. Kylo Ren started to move the lightsaber towards Kyra, almost ready to strike her. The girl turned away, bracing for the pain of death to overcome her, but before it could touch her, the weapon deactivated.

"How curious." The man spoke, his voice almost modified through his mask. He pulled the lightsaber away from her face, the ancient sword activating again as soon as it left her general vicinity. "You aren't reacting to the Force. It can't seem to affect you at all."

"The what?"

Turning to the Stormtroopers around him, there seemed to be an almost gleeful tone inside of the evil First Order leader's voice with the words that he spoke next. "Seems that there is more to this measly waste of a planet than we thought."

Those words were the last things that Kyra heard before she was struck across the face by the back of a Stormtrooper's gun.

And those were the last words that she'd ever hear on her home planet again.

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looks like making this chapter took no time at all!

I absolutely adore this fic already and y'all don't even know what's about to come towards all of you!

I don't think there's too much to discuss, except to thank you all for checking out this book. this is my first Star Wars fic and I'm super nervous about it, so hopefully I don't get attacked if I don't get everything right.

I'm just super passionate about this new saga and wanted to share this crazy story I had in my head!

alright that's about it, thank you again for reading, I hope you all enjoyed, and I'll see you in the next one!